My world of woes are within a puppet sown
With dead faces and button eyes
And a mouth stitched grin that speaks to me
And says I love you, you pretty thing
For you and I are but the same
Our mouths are sown to hide the shame
With buttoned eyes to fight the truth
And a stitched smile that says I hate you
But above all else, we have no soul
We feel so little that isn’t told
So with no strings to another
We feel only the pain of each other
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